ARABIAN NIGHTS FOR TURGIS 385

might have been. He smoothed out the writing-pad, and
tried to decide whether he should write something short
and forceful or long and appealing, Oh, but what was
the use of writing! He would see her, speak to her, tell
her what he thought while looking her straight in the
eyes. He would show her she wasn't dealing with a kid
now, but with a Man.

He undressed, and, as usual, emptied his pockets.
Two tickets, four and six each, for the Sovereign Picture
Theatre. And it was she who had suggested it, and she
had never even bothered letting him know she wasn't
coming, but had just gone out with somebody else, had
dressed up, got into a car, and laughed at him or for-
gotten his existence. He turned out the light, got into
bed, and found himself in a hot salty darkness, his eves
life with tears,